How I Gained My Passion for Reading

From the time I was a young child, I remember my dad reading
to me and my siblings. My father has a passion for reading novels and chose to
share this interest with his children. My dad’s interest in reading to us soon
became a special ritual; we would gather all the candles my mom had placed
around the house and put them on the fireplace mantle. After keenly watching
daddy light the candles one by one, we would snuggle up on the couch and listen to his exciting narration of
classic books like Harry Potter and the
Sorcerer’s Stone, by J. K. Rowling, or The
Hobbit, by J. R. Tolkien. Although I did not understand all the words in
the books, I loved listening to my father’s deep voice paint a picture with
words. I felt excited to go on adventures in my young imagination, with my daddy to guide the way! I knew that my daddy loved me because he took the time to spend
special time with me and my siblings. He could have taken this time to read by
himself, or doing other chores. He would wait until we were all tucked in bed
to take time for himself to read. As I saw him read by himself, I realized that
he didn’t just read to us so that we would be well-read, but because he
genuinely enjoyed reading. I have never been a good/fast reader, but I have
enjoyed reading novels throughout my childhood, teen years, and now into
adulthood. I am so happy my dad helped me to develop this hobby by his example to me. I believe that I
was able to do better in school
because I learned to appreciate reading from a young age.